Maybe It's Alright Here.

Every One Of God's Creatures Is Clawing In My Stomach.

Walking into the building, I feel the scratching. My insides feel like they're turning inside out, and all of my emotions are going to spill out of it. Courtney, being my emotional support friend, takes my hand. Walking into the bullpen I see Shayne and Damien waiting for us chatting and drinking coffee. Laughing at something they notice we've walked in.

Looking around, I notice the bullpen is empty. "Where is everyone?" Shayne answers. "Most of the staff works from home since most of it's online. They don't come in except for shoot weeks, which is always hectic." Damien also chimes in. "We thought it'd be easier if there weren't a ton of people, so you can get the lay of the land." Knowing it was just gonna be us, some of the gnawing on my insides stopped.

Following them around, they showed me where my desk was, the writers room, the kitchen and most of the sets. Walking around I notice how different this place is. There's cool stuff everywhere. A table that looks like an ice cream cone, a neon meeting room with a couch all the way around the walls, gifts and artwork from fans and even a Danny Devito cutout.

"This place feels more like a clubhouse than a corporate office." Chuckling, Damien starts talking. "Damn Y/N, you should've seen the last place we were working at. It was the most corporate you could get." Shayne butts in. "Hey at least games had computers and actual desks. The main cast just had one lounge room with a couch and two desks, AND there were five of us all sharing it together." Courtney looks like she's about to add something else but Shayne continues, cutting her off. "NOT only that, The bathrooms were so bad. The mens bathroom was so quiet, you could hear a grown man taking a sh-" Damien cuts him off. "And that's where I'll stop ya Shayne. Courtney, I think you were about to say something?" Courtney nods. "We'd film at the smosh house, which was all the way out in Sacramento. We'd stay in the house all week when we were shooting videos. Shayne would sleep on the couch by the front door in case anyone tried to get in and kill us."

"Holy shit, did anyone ever try to get in?" Court replys. "Once or twice, but they were really only after Ian and Anthony."

Jeez. You'd think they'd at least give them a motel to sleep in.

"And with that, we've reached the end of our tour. If you liked this tour feel free to leave reviews in the lobby below." Damien then starts miming out a sassy secretary taking out reviews. I start giggling, then snort and finally laughing my ass off. Once I'm done cry-laughing, I notice the clawing in my stomach is gone.

Damien got rid of the animals.